pends how involved he was," I said. "He wasn't the shooter. "
"He wasn't?" Roscoe said. "How do you know that?"
"Not fast enough," I said. "Limps around with a cane in his hand. Too slow to pull a g*n. Too slow to get Joe, anyway. He wasn't the kicker, either. Too old, not vigorous enough. And he wasn't the gofer. That was Morrison. But if he starts messing with me, then he's in deep s**t. Otherwise, to hell with him. "
"So what now?" she said.
I shrugged at her. Didn't reply.
"I think Sunday is the thing," Jeremiah said. "Sunday is going to solve some kind of a problem for them. Teale being put in here feels so temporary, you know? The guy's seventy-five years old. He's got no police experience. It's a temporary fix, to get them through until Sunday. "
The buzzer on the desk went of
